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Song Qianji has been a human being for two lifetimes, but this is his first time making a tree.

In the future, when others said that he was "really not human", he could not refute it.

Accompanied by narration, he diligently practiced rooting, rooting, growing leaves, blooming, and sensing the outside world.

Liuyun passed by him, the breeze blew past him, and he could gradually feel the temperature from the sky wall above his head, as well as the sweet and delicious smell of the fertile soil in thousands of canals.

It's amazing.

"Great job! Come on, Song Qianji!" The narrator said professionally, "If the soul grows stronger, it will be able to entrust the dream to the outside world!"

"To dream?"

"As long as the other party is thinking of you and praying for you devoutly, you can enter the other party's dream with the power of your faith wish." The narrator said, "You can try to perceive the faith wish, where there is a golden light shining , is the object of your dreams..."

Song Qianji sank his mind according to the narration, and put his consciousness into the inexhaustible roots all over the continent, and a bright golden light suddenly lit up in the dark vision.

The spots of light are densely packed all over the world, making him gasp and immediately shut off his perception.

How many small statues did Carpenter Liu make?Are they sold overseas?

"I'd better practice flowering." Song Qianji said.

……

"In the last year of the old calendar, catastrophe came, the sky collapsed and the earth split, and the sun and the moon were darkened. King Qianqu sacrificed himself to join the Tao, turned the tree that supported the sky, restored the vitality of all things, and restored the peace of the world..."

The sound of reading aloud floated out of the window, startling the sparrows combing the branches.

After a while, the birds flew back again, chirping without any surprise, accompaniment to the sound of books in the classroom.

The air is crisp in autumn, and people are refreshed all over. The eight or nine-year-old immature students shook their heads while reading history books, but none of them dozed off.

In the back row of the classroom, there were more than a dozen young men who were fourteen or fifteen years old who didn't wear school uniforms, and they also read "The Book of the King of the Thousand Canals" with them, earnestly and almost piously.

Every year, countless young people travel thousands of miles from all over the world to Qianqu College. After passing the exam, they are transferred to a class for further study. They are called "tour students".

After reading a paragraph of the book, the teacher asked for his impressions as usual.

"In the future, I want to build a big ship that can fly without using spirit stones, fly to the end of the continent, and see the supertree with my own eyes."

"I want to weave the warmest clothes for ordinary people to wear against the wind and snow in the snow field."

"I want to bring the soil from the thousand canals to fill up the super tree."

The students couldn't help but laugh, the children's imagination is really extraordinary.

But how can the flying magic weapon not be powered by spirit stones?Ordinary people will be frozen to death when they enter the snow field. How to overcome the terrible ice cracking abyss?

The teacher, who was always strict, nodded his head slowly, instead of scolding them for their wild ideas, he gently encouraged them: "Very good, I believe you can create the future."

The students in the tour looked at each other and sighed in unison in their hearts: "This is Qianqu."

Qianqu, the capital of a thousand vehicles, the center of the four continents, the birthplace of miracles.

The firearms, looms, and farming tools made by mortals are sold all over the world.It is said that in the Qianqu Lingshi Mine, a steam-driven machine has been installed, which was made by the mortals of Qianqu No. [-] Workshop.

Ten years after the king of Song joined the Dao, Qianqu County developed rapidly, and the boundary between monks and mortals has long been blurred.

"Everyone take out the first volume and the second volume of "History of Thousand Canals" and turn to the chapter on the tax increase by the immortal officials of the Zhao family." The teacher coughed lightly, suppressing the elated discussions in the room.

Seeing the change in the atmosphere, the tour students immediately sat upright

——Qianqu people never escape the suffering and blood and tears in the past. On the contrary, they learn from suffering and cherish peace.

Before I read the book, I suddenly heard a noise from downstairs, more than 60 little heads in the classroom were eager to move, and couldn't stop looking out the window.

The gentleman frowned, and was about to reprimand him, when he caught sight of the almanac on the desk, he smiled for the first time:

"Today, if you want to see it, go see it."

There was a burst of cheers, and the students flocked to the window, pushed open the window, and waved vigorously.

This school is located on the third floor, and it happens to be able to see the main street. The crowds on the street are like a sea, and the petals and colored silk are flying all over the sky.

The car body on the left is painted with vermilion fire patterns, like the flames burning in the desert; the frame in the middle is luxurious and exaggerated, like a palace made of gold and jade;

"Look, Director Wei is really back!"

"It's Editor Ji!"

"Senior brother Meng! Brother Meng, look at me, I will sign up for the hunting team next year!"

The students from the tour leaned over curiously, stood on tiptoes to look around, and suddenly realized: "Today is August [-]th, no wonder."

"We caught up with the big event this time!"

The students of Qianqu were even more excited: "Did your family bet? Who did you bet on?"

"My father buys Brother Meng to win, but my mother buys Chief Guard."

"Last year, the editor used the 'Teleportation Formation' to violate the rules and cheat. This year, other people must have been prepared. In short, it will not be the editor who wins."

"This year is the tenth year. I heard that they have made an agreement that they really cannot use external forces this year."

In order to find the most suitable material for Horcruxes, Ji Chen spared no expense, and made use of his familiar expertise, with contacts spread across four continents.

Meng Heze went to the West Sea and dug up many relics based on his memory.Wei Zhenyu travels between Mobei and Qianqu.

A long commercial road was opened, from the West Sea, through Qianqu, to Mobei.

Under the "disaster" of Meng Heze, Xihai is no longer a lair of evil cultivators that no one dares to go to. More than half of the evil spirits are forced to change their ways and return to righteousness in order to save their lives.

The tribes in Mobei surrendered to King Wei, and no longer robbed land all year round, the people could live in peace, and there was also a commercial market like Qianqufang.

Ji Chen often went to Ziyun Temple to find Li Ying to discuss chess skills, and was unanimously welcomed by Ziyun Temple.

But until August [-]th, no matter where they are, whether in the world or in the sea, they will always return to Qianqu.

That night they drank together, ate Qianqu Jiugongge and barbecue.

The next day, August [-]th, go to the end of the continent through the teleportation array.

At first, the three of them went together, but later they separated, competing to see who was the first to arrive under the Supertree.

Later, with the improvement of cultivation base and the increase of their respective magical means, the difficulty began to increase, and it was agreed that the teleportation array across the Bailong River could not be used.

In the fifth year, it was agreed that they could only use blocking and obsessive methods, and they could not fight with weapons, so as to avoid accidentally injuring bystanders.

In the sixth year, there was a new agreement not to use the Qianqu City Guard, Hunting Team, Mobei Guard, etc. to assist.More monks joined in. Although they could not compete for the first place, the most important thing was to participate.People commemorate King Song with this kind of competition.

In the seventh year, this anecdote spread throughout the mainland, and Qianqufang opened a big game.Tens of thousands of people participated in the gamble.

In the eighth year, the "Rushing Contest" has become the largest event in the cultivation world, and various gambling games are blooming everywhere.

Xu Wangshan and Qiu Dacheng worked as dealers in Qianqufang and made a lot of money.

"Come, come, bet on who will be the first to reach under the Supertree! There are three candidates!"

Zhou Xiaoyun persuaded: "This year is the tenth year, and I vaguely feel that there will be changes. Don't underestimate the female cultivator's intuition."

Ji Xing: "Yeah, what if people other than the three of them arrive first? Does the banker always pay?"

Xu Wangshan: "How is this possible? Who can be faster than them? I don't believe it."

Qiu Dacheng: "I don't believe it either. Let me make a bet with you, if it wasn't for one of the three of them, I would never bet again!"

The atmosphere in the Song Academy this year was inexplicably tense.

The three of them drank to Yue, as if they were expecting something, but they didn't dare to expect too much.

Before dawn, Song Yuan was silent, and the old cat in the corner was also in a dream.I can only hear the rustling of the flowers and leaves blown by the wind.

A figure jumped out of the courtyard wall lightly: "Drink my wine, see you in three days."

Meng Heze improved the formula of "Hongchen Wine" this year. It tastes sweet at the beginning, and the alcohol strength is almost non-existent, but the aftertaste is huge.

He was the first to make a move, to win at the starting line!

Feijian traveled to the lower reaches of the Bailong River, and at first he saw that the water was misty and the mist was vast, and a cloud tower blocked his way.

Dozens of senior monks jumped down from the building and surrounded him laughing and laughing.

A familiar laugh sounded: "I really dare not drink Xihai's wine."

Meng Heze's face changed slightly: "Wei Zhenyu, we agreed not to use helpers this time!"

Wei Zhenyu: "I just said that it is best not to use ready-made helpers. You can see clearly that they are not from Mobei, nor from Qianqu."

Meng Heze sized up the group of monks in strange costumes: "Everyone can't trap me, why bother to come here?"

Wei Zhenyu was very proud: "It's fine if I can hold you back. I'm also a half-successor of Shusheng, and the shopkeepers of the black shop have some friendship with me. If you don't help me, can you help me?"

"You want to hold me back?" Meng Heze thought to himself, fortunately I was prepared, and he said loudly, "Come out!"

Wei Zhenyu: "You brought people from Xihai? You fouled!"

But I saw a group of monks wearing Huawei disciple uniforms coming from all directions, and surrounded Yunlou and Wei Zhenyu again.

Their cultivation is not as good as everyone in the black shop, but they are superior in that they have a large number of people, a tight formation, and well-trained.

Meng Heze shouted to the other side: "How is the head of Chen?"

A young monk replied: "I miss Brother Lao Meng, my teacher is very good."

Wei Zhenyu showed a cordial smile: "Everyone from Huawei, the sect is in its infancy and needs help from Mobei?"

But he scolded in his heart, when did this Meng Heze get into trouble with Chen Hongzhu?

Meng Heze said with a smile: "I was able to successfully abduct the disciples of the Huawei Sect's outer sect down the mountain, thanks to Miss Chen's cover. Later, the Xiaohua Weizong was going to be rebuilt into the orthodox Huawei Sect, and I also counted as a help. It's a bit of a face. You can save it."

Wei Zhenyu tried to break out, and Meng Heze also wanted to break out.

The two sides did not move the powerful magic weapon, and the entire huge formation moved slowly in mid-air.

The sun is setting and the moon is rising, and the sky is getting dark.

The two sides had never fought such a grueling battle before, and they were all dizzy from the fight.

Finally, they made their way from the lower reaches of the Bailong River to the upper reaches, but felt the strange gravity coming from the surface of the river, so they had to land in the mountains and forests one after another to observe the situation.

I saw that the water was turbulent and angry waves were rushing.

But the small boat with a black awning leaf is moored in the middle of the river, as stable as a rock, not moving at all.

Take a closer look, if it's not Ji Chen on the boat, who else could it be?

Ji Chen crossed his legs at the bow of the boat, holding the array and playing with it freely: "Do you think this river looks like the river in Blood River Valley?"

Meng Heze: "You pretend to be drunk too!"

Ji Chen thought to himself that I wasn't pretending, I was really not drunk after a thousand cups.

He laughed and said, "I locked the Bailong River tonight. Fishermen, shrimps, crabs, fish and turtles can pass through it, but monks can't. Even if you bring thousands of troops, there is no way to enter the river."

Wei Zhenyu was unmoved: "Back then, the Immortal League didn't seal up the Bailong River with shark oil torches. How could those gangs who rely on the river agree to such nonsense?"

Meng Heze also said: "You did something wrong on the Bailong River, if we don't need to do it now, they won't agree."

At this moment, the two who were still facing each other just now became "the two of us".

Unexpectedly, Ji Chen raised his head and smiled, and shouted: "Everyone, do you agree?"

There were whistles on both sides of the strait one after another, with bold and hearty laughter interspersed.

The Yulong Gang, the Shahai faction and other gangs from all walks of life are like gophers coming out of their holes, popping up all over the mountains and plains.

Gang Leader Yan said: "It's not in the way, it's not in the way. Brother Ji spent Lingshi, so it's okay to let him occupy the river for one night."

Another shouted: "You thousands of people are fighting for the top, and we will not take sides. We just stand and watch the fun, and let's see you show your skills."

"There is a Mid-Autumn Temple Fair in the mortal world, and we have a road race in the world of comprehension!"

"What if, tonight, King Song is resurrected under the supernatural tree? Which one of you is the most powerful, who can take over God King Song, don't you guys think?"

"well said!"

For a time, the two sides of the strait were as bright as day, the voices shook the sky, and the chaos was like a busy city.

Meng Heze, Ji Chen, and Wei Zhenyu looked at each other, and really doubted that these people had vaguely sensed something.

Wei Zhenyu made a heartbroken confession: "Ji Chen, I didn't expect you to be this kind of person, you actually bought them with dirty spirit stones!"

Ji Chen cupped his hands, and said slightly distressed, "I'm not talented, but my ancestors were richer, so they are really richer."

Meng Heze bumped into Wei Zhenyu: "Stop acting, it's useless to procrastinate. The idiot Chaos you fed with 'Endless Fire' was cheated away by me with two iron-eating beasts. I don’t know how to shrink it, and where I’m playing crazy, but I don’t have time to come and help you.”

Wei Zhenyu took two deep breaths, and said with a sneer, "You really do everything you can! Take advantage of the loopholes in the rules."

"Beasts" are not counted as "helpers", at most they are claws and feet.

"Let's go to each other." Meng Heze raised his chin in the direction of Ji Chen, and said via voice transmission, "Now I'll call the Iron Eater to come over, and I'll bring that idiot, Chaos, to stop this kid at Tiangan Mountain."

"Okay, you and I will work together to break through the formation and cross this river, and then we will each rely on our own abilities."

Ji Chen turned around amidst the applause from both sides of the Bailong River, full of ambition: "Brother Wei, Brother Meng, break the formation slowly, let's take a step ahead."

……

The three of them chased and fought all the way, sometimes they cooperated, sometimes they staggered each other, and finally came to Qingtian Forest at the end of the mainland when the moon was in the middle of the sky and the moon was at its peak.

"Who will come first this time? Is it a draw?" Ji Chen asked.

Meng Heze said angrily: "It's clear that my left foot came in first!"

Wei Zhenyu said in a strange way: "I also said that the hairband on my head floated in first."

Suddenly they all stopped talking, as if they were pasted with amulets, and stared blankly at the superstar tree.

The Superstar tree still exudes golden light, like fireflies in the night sky.

"Who is that?" Ji Chen asked in a daze.

No one answered him.Meng Heze and Wei Zhenyu were also stunned.

Feeling timid near the hometown, tears welled up for a while.

Meng Heze choked with sobs: "Master, senior brother... No, who is next to senior brother?"

……

Midnight Manjusri came again.

In the past ten years, he has often come here to write his diary and occasionally drink some wine.

He didn't deliberately avoid others, but sometimes Qingya was busy with affairs, and sometimes nothing happened for months and months.

But every time he comes, a new potato flower will bloom beside him, which can be seen at a glance in a very conspicuous position.

This time seems to be a little different.There are no potato flowers under the tree.

He walked slowly, unable to find it everywhere, and took a sip of wine subconsciously.

"Learned to drink so quickly?" A familiar voice sounded.

Ziye Manjusri turned around, staring blankly at the misty white shadow.

"Why are you ignoring me?" Song Qianji asked with a smile, "You're not still angry, are you?"

Ziye Manjusri had deep eyes and no expression on his face.

Shouldn't I be angry?

Do you have friends like you?

He wanted to turn around and leave.

But how has Song Qianji spent the past ten years?Is there a dark void in Supertree?

Ziye Manjusri decided to ask again: "Is it hard work?"

"No." Song Qianji shook his head.

"Is it lonely?"

"Nor." Song Qianji shook his head again.

"Can you tell me?"

Song Qianji laughed: "After Dao De died from the body, this heart grew in the moon."

"good."

There are no mistakes in the big things, Ziye Manjusri is relieved.

"Let's go."

"How to get there? I can't get out of the tree, have you brought the Horcrux?" Song Qianji asked.

The autumn wind blows away the colorful clouds, and the moon quietly shines through the forest.

The black bamboo umbrella opened with a bang, covering Song Qianji's head like a huge lotus flower.

The space under the umbrella is extremely stable.Looking out from the inside of the umbrella, the surface of the umbrella is translucent, so you can see the scenery without delay.

Song Qianji praised: "This thing is wonderful."

He prefers to walk by himself rather than living in someone else's realm, or being possessed by some magic weapon.

Midnight Manjusri walked through the forest holding an umbrella, and the two gradually drifted away.

"What do you want to do now?"

"I really want to farm."

"The soul body cannot farm the land."

"Then I want to see other species."

"..."

Wei Zhenyu had an ugly expression: "What's so great about cutting off a beard."

Meng Heze crossed his arms and said, "Next year on August [-]th, the moon will still be full."

Ji Chen stood in the middle and put his arms around the two of them's shoulders: "Not only will they be round next year, but they will be round every year."

"What are you doing in a daze—" Song Qianji suddenly turned around, looking like a young man who had just left Huawei Mountain.

He said, "Go home and harvest the wheat."

The superstar tree exuded a faint golden light, and watched the group go away.

The night wind blows open every budding potato flower, and makes small lavender flowers bloom all over the continent. In an instant, it seems that the seasons are reversed, and the spring flowers bloom, the spring breeze blows, and spring returns to the earth.

How big is the earth, how high is the sky, how round the moon is, how beautiful the flowers are.

The world of mortals is disturbed, how many springs can we have in a lifetime?